Chapter 18

Suddenly Mark noticed that his cock started to take interest in the proceedings, and he had no fucking clue how to feel about that. Being watched turned him on now?

“Keep your hands on your sides,” Francis advised, and then finally, finally, lifted his own hands.

He just didn’t touch Mark. Instead, he moved them close enough to Mark’s skin that he could feel the heat of his palms on his hips, then on his stomach and chest, arms, and hands, and thighs.

By the time Francis had done another circuit, Mark was trembling, hard, and overwhelmed.

“Bedroom?” Francis asked, the first word he’d spoken in a few minutes, and Mark jumped, then nodded toward the back of the house. “Lead the way.”

Mark walked through his little home, naked, hard, and trembling, constantly listening to Francis’s movements. When he was sure the man was following him, he relaxed.